Becca’s POV“Sophie!!” I shouted, my gaze stayed glued to the TV when the sound of footsteps echoed, making me glance behind. Sophie. She descended the stairs in a short mini skirt and tank top that made her pointed nipples jut out, with her hair tied into a ponytail. “Hi mum.” She muttered, and my lips twitched. “Can you please tell your dad to buy me bread when he is coming? I don’t know where I dropped my phone,” I said evenly. She sighed, collapsing beside me. Oh well, Sophie would be twenty soon, and I was just thirty-eight. Yeah, I gave birth to her when I was eighteen. Her father and I were childhood sweethearts. “Damn, he said he will be coming home late,” she said, her eyes fixed on the phone. A sigh slipped my lips. “He always returns late,” I murmured.I didn’t know if it was because it was almost year’s end of the year and the company was busier than usual. “Well, I’m going back to my room,” she said, already on her feet as she walked away. I carried on with
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